Keeping It All In Perspective

Michel reminded me that I hadn’t put in an appearance lately and when I tried to think why my normal volubility had withered,  I couldn’t come up with a good reason. True, I’ve written a few drafts, only to delete them because they were just too pessimistic.

While I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly political person, the current president and his cronies scare the peediddling squat out of me. It’s not just the racist rhetoric, or the “America First” crap, or the misogynistic bullying, or the bandying about of inflammatory blustering, or the inarticulate tweets of the so, so great leader. It’s more about seeing mankind procreate himself out of a decent place to live. It’s about seeing people all around me heedlessly squandering their time, energy, money, and health in pursuit of things that they will toss into the trash as soon as the shine has worn off.

Most of the time, I feel like a complete stranger in a strange land, a freak, a dreamer who imagines a world where people use their critical thinking skills to make sound decisions, a world where everyone understands that his actions have an impact on his clan and that his clan is the human race.

So, to keep things in perspective, I make regular forays into the “wilderness”, usually with only my dogs for company. Their world view is so blindly, blissfully happy it’s contagious. Reading their body language, their chatter goes something like this: “Oh, joy! you’ve awakened! I’m so glad you’re up! What? You’re putting our collars on; that means a hike!!! Hiking is my favorite thing. Oh, good, we’re going in the car – that’s my favorite thing. And then we’re having breakfast, no seriously, THAT’S my favorite thing. Ah, now a nap…yeah, that’s my favorite thing too.” How can anyone focus on the terror of North Korea’s missile program with two dogs proclaiming their undying love and devotion at every opportunity?

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4 thoughts on “Keeping It All In Perspective

  1. Well shoot, I thought that I finally figured out how to put a shortcut to your blog on my desktop, but when I clicked on it I got My Documents, and your blog was nowhere to be found in that folder. Somehow just having a bookmark isn’t enough to remind me to actually check for new entries. I had missed the book review blog.

    As per usual, I found your latest blog to be entertaining and thought provoking.

    Speaking of thoughts, I asked Mum if she had a good time at my house on Thanksgiving. She thought a minute and said that she remembered sitting on a chair that had uncomfortable bars on the back, and moving to a padded chair with a rounded back. She didn’t seem to remember moving to the living room chair, to the couch and then back to the table for pie.

    That reminds me, I still haven’t remembered to attempt to scrub the black wheel mark, from her walker, off the front of my white couch. It’s amazing how long it has taken to get my first smudge on that couch, the payoff for always entertaining in the kitchen.


  2. Oh, joy! you’ve awakened, Judy! I’m so glad you’re up! 🙂 and you can express what you think in politic This is your right and your duty..
    How I understand you when I see the edmirable landscapes you walk in, in a totale peace with innocent dogs.
    You need a new Roosevelt,a new Eisenhower a new Kennedy but you are forced to live with this President , even if it looks weird at time ! I wish he improves and listen to the allied in France or Germany.
    I am glad to read you , Judy. Express yourself.
    With love ❤


    1. Oh, Michel, thank you for your kind understanding and optimism. I can only hope that Europeans and others around the world do not judge all Americans by our current leaders. They do NOT represent the ideology of the majority of the American people. Thankfully, there are places nearby that restore peace to my mind, places where the most imminent danger is a rattlesnake, a bear, a mountain lion, or a wasp. These avoidable creatures serve to divert my thinking from more terrifying things that are beyond my control.


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